Uh, uh Okay, uh You know I hate the way I live, but I ride with straps Mama tellin' me don't ride with that We gon' slide first and don't slide in back We gon' ride like GPA This ain't no GTA, but my youngin' got five stars I've been stayin' at five stars, tryna f*** around five bars Get you hit, I'm in the whip with it, let the bass ride My youngins don't play no ball, but f*** we bass slide You see them boys, they rent Charles, but we know they ain't blind Fly so much, I swear I hate time Got a six seconds, cause she hate rhymes So broken, she be a hate crime She burn it, got a flame on Yeah, ain't down to work, why the f*** would I put a lane on? Let that lane hit for some fame, hun This cool ***'ll do the game, hun But you know when I get up, I'ma be the same one Grindin' harder than hard, that's how I started it Put a Glock 19 in my starter kit Put my hood on, flooded all with brick Bro step in the chain gang, he go all in F*** we gon' hard with sticks, baby That's how hard we hit, I just ate that roof, Chris, with a dick I cut my main off cause he useless Showed him how to get rack games This main focus on the f*** off her back page Got a dollar inside your pocket, but you scream that way Got all my s***, I cop the demon, now he say I act shady She got a skate like she at Cascade Can't wait till they like, f*** around up off that cell, I let the sack wait Two times harder than them, now how you jack game? Posted my main, how the f*** I watch you jack trade? My head the way I live, but I ride with straps Mama tellin' me, don't ride with that We gon' slide first, ain't no slidin' back We go hard like GPA's This ain't no GTA, but my youngin' got five stars I been stayin' in five stars, tryna f*** around five bars Get you hit, hit time, and then whip with it, let the bass ride My youngins don't play no ball, but f*** we bass slide See them boys, they Ray Charles, but we know they ain't blind Fly so much, I swear I hate time Another six seconds, cause she hate rhyme I'm so broken, she be a hate crime She burn it, got a flame on Yeah, you down to work, where the f*** would I put a lame on? Let that lame hit for some fame, hun This cool, shoulda knew the game, hun But you know when I get up, I'ma be the same one My sister boyfriend a b***h Said she bout to have twins, and he ain't raisin' Said he ain't raisin' I told her f*** that's why, now he know I live So I don't hide the glick, he don't know the gang And how we ride with blicks Now I know that he a h*** when he ain't slidin' 20 shots cool, but we ride with d***s N****s hate, so they be ridin' Tryna be cool, you spun a block, got your top shot The whole rack, just to get your a** back Like me, you don't get your a** back I'm from the slum, so I need more racks Who the get him? Don't you know that? Slay the club, and do my bop like I was Kodak They stole my flow, can I get my flow back? Copped a runaway, they had no tax Had, but we had no mask From the land, they told me no mask I hate the way I look, but I ride with straps Mama tellin' me, don't ride with that We gon' slide first, ain't no slidin' back We go hard like GPA This ain't no GTA, but my youngin' got five stars I been stayin' at five stars Tryna f**k around five blocks Get you hit, I'm in a whip with it, let the bass ride My youngins don't play no ball, but f**k we bass slide You see them boys, they Ray Charles But we know they ain't blind Fly so much, I swear I hate time Got a six seconds, cause she hate rhymes I told bro, but she be a hate crime She burn it, got a flame on Yeah, you down to work, why the f**k would I put a lane on? You let that lane hit for some fame, huh? This cool, should've knew the game, huh? But you know when I get up, I'ma be the same one This cool, should've knew the game, huh?
